Chapter 2: Her Past

I stared at her, and she at me. "Well... where should I start? Heh. I barely ever talk about this. Let's see. Um... I grew up without my mom, or at least I don't remember her. So I didn't know about how to be ladylike. She... my mom. She was killed, murdered. Ever since then my dad didn't act the same, I guess that makes sense, she was killed in front of him. They took me to see my aunt while I was young and when I came back, she was dead, and my dad was never the same after that. When I got to middle school, I got along with the wrong crowd, mainly because I got made fun of for not having a mother. I was... twisted. I enjoyed beating people up. High school wasn't much different. But in high school, I met a guy. And that guy betrayed me. He said he would've helped me get over the change of my dad, so I followed him and he turned his back on me. He brought me to this party and all his friends were there, I should've found it weird that I was the only girl there, but I went anyway. I sat there for a while and then all of a sudden, they surrounded me. He grabbed me and said 'this is the only way to help.' He and his friends beat me up and stabbed me all over. Because of that, I spent a year and a half in the hospital, pondering how the hell that helped me. In that year that I wasn't around my dad, he committed suicide because he wanted to be with my mom. I found out after my release from the hospital that my dad was dead and lost all sense of right and wrong, all I thought was, 'if they never beat me, my dad wouldn't have died'. Though now that I think about it, he probably would've done the same even if I was there, it was too much for him. So, when I got out, I found them and beat all them one by one, except the main one. I couldn't find him. But yeah. That's my past. When I found them, I didn't care where they were or who they were with. I just mercilessly beat them... well, because of that trauma, I have aichmophobia... well, a fear of knives. I've tried over and over to get over it, but I can't. Since then, I've never experienced a love like this because I was afraid of being betrayed again, and these scars on my body. So, thank you Mila, thank you for loving me." She sat on the swing on the verge of tears from recollecting the past.

I sat there. Tears streamed down my face and I hugged her, as tightly as I could. I knew, that this woman was the one I was supposed to meet.

"Arlie! I promise you. I will never betray you! Ever. I'll stay with you forever!!"

I guess she really wanted to hear that. Because she broke down and cried her eyes out as she hugged me back.

"Mila. I'm so glad I met you! I've never been this happy before! All I can say is thank you." We sat there for a few hours and realized it was late. We said our goodbyes and went home.

Well... I guess I could tell her later. About my past. I thought as I went home.

When I got home, I laid on my bed and thought about everything Arlie told me.

She... she lost everything. Her mom, her dad, her ability to trust. She has so many wounds, mental and physical. I need to help her, she's still broken on the inside. I want to piece her back together. As I thought this I started to sleep.

MILA!! MILA PLEASE!! HELP!!

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I woke up. "Oh... it was a nightmare." I nervously said. Why now of all times? Guess I need to tell her soon huh.